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?, V ? kr-3 V-"&$lng you the address of, my sister," heexplained. "She is a "widows young,lonely. I am sure she would find youa brighter-home than this wretchedplace."Then Madam Jacobs cameln. Theyoung man stated his business. Hewas Arlo Willis, his sister was Mrs.Ivan Neal. The latter had removedfrom a former home. A great part ofits old furniture, the varied contentsof a lumber room, had been sold.Among some papers, old papers thathad been thrown out from the oldfurniture, was a certain document thecaller wished to recover.The second-hand dealer who hadbought the stuff had informed himthat all the old carpets, rags and paper had been sold to Jacobs. Couldmadam recall the transaction, Mr.Willis inquired quite anxiously."Scarcely," she told him, but thewatchful Floribel noted a quick eagergleam in her basilisk eyes. "I willsearch, though," she promised, "andlet you know. The document, sir ""Is a number of folded blue sheets,tied with a faded white nbbon. Itis marked "W.""I will report to you," pledged madam, and took his card, and he leftthe gruesome place, but not until hehad bestowed a kindly parting glanceat Floribel.Then she dreamed. All life seemedradiant. It was as if some royalprince had entered a squalid Cinderella hut, leaving behind him a rarememory of bewildering sensations.Poor child! Love budded, in her tender heart, .in her very humility sheworshiped at its shrine.Floribel treasured the card. Shememorized-the names upon it. Couldthe vision indicated by her courteousvisitor ever come true? To have suchfriends, to be cared for amid cleanliness and comfort she thought notof opulence or luxury just to benear such sweet natures, to toil forthem, to love them this, siniply, wasthe aspiration of her childlike, loyalnature!AD that afternoon the madampoked and ferreted about the placeWhen her husband came home sheheld a spirited, low-toned conversation with him. Then both of themproceeded to ransack pile after pileof hitherto unassorted wreckage. rA quick token of interest came into Tthe mind of Floribel, as she saw them rhastening to the wretched room dignified as the office of the old topplingwarehouse. The names of "Willis,""Neal" floated to her hearing, cau-tiously spoken. She gained a court,where she could overhear what wassaid. T"It's the paper," she heard the ma-,dam say, "and it is worth a fortune." ,"How do you know?" spoke th&rasping tones of old Jacobs. ''I have read it. A family secret,man an old scandal that these richpeople wpuld surely give a fortune tosuppress. Ah, we are rich, rich, richat last!"Guileless as to the ways of theworld as Floribel was, she realizedfrom what followed that.iher avari-cious guardians were benljSji: a vastup to the immensity of the occasion.To celebrate their discovering afortune the old man and woman sentout for liquor. It was long after darkwhen they sank into a sodden sleep.Floribel approached the recumbent,madam.She had noticed where she had secreted the blue colored document,with a white ribbon encircling it, just,as Mr. Willis had described. Hereyes grew brilliant as two stars asshe secured the precious paper. SheAthrust it into her bosom.Over and over again she repeatedthe name and address that Arlo Willishad written on the card.Floribel rarely went out of therwretched building where she hadftoiled so hard. It was a bitter coldnight and her ragged shoes and thincovering poorly kept at bay the fiercebiting frost. Twicers she hurriedalong she felt as if she would sink tomSTJHIflWVWM3&feS&k?'t t$-,-- -s(.VkWj JZ i , , rt. .lauiftHaiaHfec Mmiradj.-yc-CTffWM5gW.'reyrMMMMM